Classicism beneath the glass

Like terracotta warriors unearthed from a grave,
the boisterously bountiful forms blossomed
from behind their translucent shields of perpetual gray

Disparate fragments flew from their frames
A memory or a moment lost,
was suddenly reeled back to the fringes of her gaze,
she lunged after them like she was eating rain

What was once ephemeral was now engrained
beneath a surface of weighted glass and a woman’s sense of being

That point of catharsis never stays the same.

About Tennae Maki

Since completing her graduate studies, where she studied architecture zines and urban planning, Tennae Maki has had the opportunity to be a weekend writer. She currently works for an architecture firm and is the volunteer archivist for an arts radio station. Her work has been published in numerous print and digital journals, including; 491, Spillway, Eunoia Review, Futures Trading, The Bicycle Review, Lone Star Poetry Magazine, and Pure Francis.